Murderous Turkeys

There was a storm last night which means the chances that a child would make their way into my bed at some point was high. Sure enough, around 4:00 a.m. as the thunder started to rock and roll, I felt the gentle tap, tap, tap of Son No. 1 trying to wake me up as gently as possible. Sometimes too gently. He once stood beside his dad tapping him for 1/2 an hour.

He climbed into bed fully loaded with stuffed animals and cuddling pillows and after about an hour, fell asleep.

I, of course, did not. I tried. I tossed, I turned, I hit my pillow, I meditated....but to no avail. So I just laid there, thinking and staring at the window. And as the morning light got brighter I noticed something.

Our window coverings are brown roman shades with a swirly pattern in a darker brown, really quite pretty and subtle. Only this morning after staring at it for quite awhile, the subtle swirly patterns turned into something else. Like those magic eye posters from the 90's where if you stared at them long enough a 3D picture appeared.

So instead of soft patterns, I now see hundreds of murderous turkeys staring at me. And I can't unsee it.

I'm pretty sure their eyes follow me when I move.